Sam Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _bitch) wrote, |
Probably he’s being a little harsh, but it’s Dean’s fault, anyway. His fault he looks stupid, his fault the food sucks, his fault Sam’s behind on writing this stupid paper - being all distracting and annoying and frustrating. Sometimes Sam wishes he would just go with Dad on his hunts and leave him alone (and sometimes he’s glad Dean doesn’t go, because seeing his brother hurt is something he doesn’t think he’s ever going to get used to, doesn’t want to have to get used to). He’s not a baby, he can take care of himself.
Dean snags up the burger, and Sam doesn’t bother to even try to keep him from it, just makes a show of rolling his eyes and shifting back on the bed, back to the headboard and laptop on his legs, eyes going back to the screen. “Knock yourself out.” He really doesn’t want it, anyway. The one bite he’d taken has now turned to a weird almost-sour aftertaste in his mouth, and he wishes there was at least something to drink that wasn’t crappy tap water that tastes like iron.
He doesn’t get it. If they’re living on stolen credit anyway, why not at least go for something better than a dumpy motel in the bad part of town, and crappy dollar burgers? Even a half decent room and moderately healthy food aren’t that much to ask for, right? Apparently it is if you’re asking John Winchester, though, and Dean’s just following his rules like he always does.
Even when he’s gone, it’s like he’s still here, his presence looming like he used to do before Sam grew, left behind with them in his orders and his rules Dean (mostly) enforces and his stupid music Dean always plays too loudly. Like Dean thinks being Dad is going to help anything.
All it’s going to do is get him killed.
And all this thinking is really not helping with his paper. Focus, Sam.